Page 119 of My Shy Alpha
The more I react, the more stimulation he layers over me - roaming over my breasts, ass, back, and neck until I’m a blubbering puddle in his arms. The rising pressure he builds in my belly feels so intense that I can’t hold it in much longer, but I’m desperate to, smitten by Noah’s delighted stare.
But as desire mounts our bond, Noah’s thrusts are disrupted by his own uncontrollable jerking. Its unpredictability stuffs me in random bursts until my legs shake.
Noah hitches me closer in his lap, our hips colliding hard. I clench over him hard enough to shove him out of me, but my loosening muscles between my pussy’s desperate pulses suck him right back in. The sudden speed it creates between thrusts pushes wispy, rising moans from my lips, my pussy massaging him so hard that it fills the cave with wet, colliding slaps of our hips.
Noah whimpers against my forehead, his breath quivering. I’m desperate for him to lay me down and pound into me, but my satiated muscles are too far gone to fully drop myself over him to help. I squirm in his lap, my feet slipping behind his hips as I lose my rhythm to the fuzzy warmth spilling over my pelvis.
I know Noah might ask me what I want like he always does; that primal glaze over his eyes tells me he’s aching to make me come. But instead of waiting for his prompting, my true desires erupt from me in airy, pleading whispers against his cheek.
“Harder– Harder– Harder–”
“Fuck.” Noah grunts. “I can’t believe how proud I am of you.” As if that wasn’t torturously sweet enough, he pumps his thickening shaft into me until my every inhale and exhale are breathy, rapid cries of pleasure. “What a good girl–”
With a hard jerk of my hips, I squirt between our bodies, dousing our thighs. But I’m left a moaning mess, clinging onto the edge with desperate, digging squeezes of his back. Noah groans into my mouth, his gaping lips eating up my needy breaths as I relish in his heightening pleasure in our bond alongside mine.
Judging by the widening I feel at the base of his shaft, Noah is seconds away from knotting me, only adding to the delicious fullness he’s burrowing inside me.
Noah wheezes. “Oh, fuck, I’m–”
My eyelashes flutter as Noah’s incoming climax hits just the right spot. My knees drop open wide, granting Noah unrestrained access as I come in his lap. With a growl, Noah dives for my mark. Scraping his fangs over my neck, Noah pumps as fast as he can, riding out my orgasm as my legs twist through its satiating ache.
I cling to him, suckling over his mark in return. He moans against my neck, jamming his hips into me as he orgasms. His shaft jerks against my cervix with his short, choppy breaths, shaking the last bits of pleasure from my thighs.
I drag my hands and head over him, overwhelmed by the love coursing through our bond. Noah clings to me, holding my head to his heart like I’m the most precious being he’s ever held. I can’t stop moaning with every breath, squirming through the leftover bliss of his knot filling me up. Noah holds my body through it, but it feels like he’s holding my heart through it too - healing another old wound.
By the time we slump into each other on the ground in an exhausted heap, every atom of my body and spirit feels so loved that our bond’s strength surges beyond what I knew was possible.
Noah is right. I’ve changed. As I kiss him, I’m not afraid of the unknowns in our future together anymore; I’m afraid of not cherishing every minute left of the life I have with my mate. Losing out on each irreplaceable second is far more terrifying than any horrors we could face together. Now, we have each other to pull us through.
Easing myself into Noah’s arms with utmost trust, I feel so alive. I feel like me.
